New Normal

dispatches from Stepford, Vermont

This is not a camp joke. Many of us are actually living in Stepford, Connecticut. The one from 1975, not the “comedy” remake.

Those of you in Gen X and early Boomherhood will remember how good 1970s horror and science fiction was. The made-for-TV adaptation of Ira Levin’s The Stepford Wives runs circles around any modern big-budget theatrical release.

You know the feeling you had when you watched it. That you were being spied on. That a thin veil separated you from a world that looked almost, but not quite, like the real one.

This is the feeling I experience every day leaving my house and interacting in public in Burlington Vermont.

Yesterday I went to a specialty locksmith to get a set of keys cut.